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An afternoon visit to Coopers Hill & Ampthill Park on 5/3/2025 It was a lovely sunny mild afternoon. I had just washed the Golf at Flitwick and arriving at the Hub Cafe was bursting for a wee. Then I crossed over to Coopers Hill approaching through a new route between Beech & Holly Trees. The heathland was very quiet but the gorse was in flower.
From there crossed back to the park and did the usual route in a clockwise fashion. Gaining the ridge eventually I sat and postulated a poem.
On Ampthill Edge
Chill wind eddies by, the sun fades in the sky
A dark blue horizon far away
Close to, great aged oaks
A Raven cronks high in a giant Lime bedecked in Mistletoe.
Recovering from that steep climb
I sit considering far away in time and space, the light of years,
the fears beyond, weary but content.
Spread before me history extends
A clay vale now scarred
That multitude of chimneys gone
That land of bricks vanished.
Now just a solitary tower ascends
Waste burnt, dust and vapours
Blown by heavenly dictat
From all that human waste rejected.
Beyond Bunyan's fair city straddling a great unseen flow
now a land of sheds, a tower of Babel, a legacy of Empire.
Closer by just centuries ago on the Duke's land a great mansion
framed now by this lung of green stood to control and entertain.
As I catch my breath, consuming all before me, my poor eyes take
a faded view, here I am alive
breathing and wondering.
5/3/2025
C 4pm sat on a bench in Ampthill Park looking to the horizon
P1760940
An afternoon visit to Coopers Hill & Ampthill Park on 5/3/2025 It was a lovely sunny mild afternoon. I had just washed the Golf at Flitwick and arriving at the Hub Cafe was bursting for a wee. Then I crossed over to Coopers Hill approaching through a new route between Beech & Holly Trees. The heathland was very quiet but the gorse was in flower.
From there crossed back to the park and did the usual route in a clockwise fashion. Gaining the ridge eventually I sat and postulated a poem.
On Ampthill Edge
Chill wind eddies by, the sun fades in the sky
A dark blue horizon far away
Close to, great aged oaks
A Raven cronks high in a giant Lime bedecked in Mistletoe.
Recovering from that steep climb
I sit considering far away in time and space, the light of years,
the fears beyond, weary but content.
Spread before me history extends
A clay vale now scarred
That multitude of chimneys gone
That land of bricks vanished.
Now just a solitary tower ascends
Waste burnt, dust and vapours
Blown by heavenly dictat
From all that human waste rejected.
Beyond Bunyan's fair city straddling a great unseen flow
now a land of sheds, a tower of Babel, a legacy of Empire.
Closer by just centuries ago on the Duke's land a great mansion
framed now by this lung of green stood to control and entertain.
As I catch my breath, consuming all before me, my poor eyes take
a faded view, here I am alive
breathing and wondering.
5/3/2025
C 4pm sat on a bench in Ampthill Park looking to the horizon